Tagged 7

Are you a list maker? I am and with my return to the work force I have had to reinstate the habit/art of creating lists. I was, once upon a time (sans 2 kiddos), proud that one of my finest traits was that of a non-procrastinator (unless it was the task of writing a term paper, in which case the added deadline and pressure (stress) resulted in some of my finest works). Anyway, I digress. So with the return of my lists has come the self induced stress/guilt of completing the tasks on these lists in a timely manner. With that said I will shortly be able to cross yet another task off.

Let me segway into this post by stating that I HATE, that word is not strong enough, chain letters, chain e-mails, etc. So when Kamee tagged me on her blog I was tempted to pretend to ignore it but she also sent me an e-mail further adding to the guilt of not responding to the tag. So I will humor her. (By the way you should check out her list, very funny!) I was actually intrigued by this new form of cyber game, if it so be. For those of you unfamiliar with the term the idea is to list 7 distinctive facts about yourself on your Blog and then proceed to invite others to do the same. Thus the term "tagging". Kamee's answers were really creative and I have to admit I didn't think I had any unusual quirks about me, at least interesting ones, but given time I thought of a few and here are the ones I can share...J/K. Here goes...

#1) I'll follow Kam's lead with a medical fact. Although I also DETEST throwing up, my fear of swallowing pills is greater. I have always had this phobia and yes, I know it's all in my head. I gag watching people like my mother and husband swallow 6+ pills at one time. And don't even get me started on the "horse" pills they call prenatal vitamins. I have to chew them up before swallowing. Gross I know, but if you hold your breath and down it with Propel, you're good.

#2) When I get frustrated, this is usually directed towards Brian or Braden unfortunately, I swipe my face. By this I mean I place both hands flat at the top of my temple and "wipe" if you will, in a downwards motion on the sides of my cheeks. I have no idea how this habit started, but I am trying to break it. Weird, I know.

#3) I have watched Dirty Dancing 40 times! I used to be proud of this, now I'm a bit embarrassed. There are worse things though. Note: This was when it first came out and as a result there will never be a 41st viewing.

#4) I would LOVE to have something of mine published. Not a writing work, but a craft creation. I'd love to see a scrapbook page or card that I created in a publication such as Creating Keepsakes or Stampin' Up's On Stage magazine. One day...

#5) I am on my second wedding ring. The first one, I think, I accidentally threw out with one of Braden's diapers when he was a little guy. Can you believe that? I always thought we'd find it. Even with our move from and packing up Orange Blossom (the street we lived on) I had no such luck. Oh well, I loved that ring so much I replaced it with the exact same one and Brian even gave it an upgrade with a bigger stone. I really would love to have the original, but the replacement isn't too shabby. By the way Brian's on his second too, and he lost his before I did, but that's a story for another post.

#6) I LOVE LOVE LOVE mint chocolate-chip ice cream with milk. By that I mean I place the ice cream in the bowl and add milk to it. Then I mash the ice cream up so that I am left with a shake of sorts in the bowl. Yumm-o! I love anything with mint, or especially, peppermint flavor. Although I detest (I love that word) peppermint gum or candies. You know the ones you get at restaurants as you're leaving. Now if they happen to be the cinnamon flavored ones, I'll indulge. Interesting...

#7) I saved the most disturbing...I mean interesting fact for last. Again, following Kamee's lead here is a fact from childhood. My mom knows about this so I'm okay. When I was small probably around 4 or 5, I believed that people were trapped in photographs. I just knew that if you poked the picture with a pin they'd yell out. Makes perfect sense right? If that isn't demented enough I tested this hypothesis on my parents wedding pictures. Seriously!! So my mom and dad have wedding pictures in their album with pin holes in some of the eyeballs. Yea, did I forget to mention I poked the eyes? You'd yell if you were poked in the eyeball, wouldn't you. Completely logical!